It started off as a regular evening at the end of the week: we were drinking and in our bikinis. The ending however? Unlike anything we had ever experienced!
We were chilling out, in our tub talking about a strange vase. Psyiah had picked it up in the market a few months back.
We discovered there was a liquid inside. “Should we try it?” we pondered…
There was an inscription on the bottle: “Sun or moon; it’s not the destination, it’s the journey.”
There was an inscription on the bottle: “Sun or moon; it’s not the destination, it’s the journey.”
After a few moogleberry martinis, we started to get a little silly.
A nice photo of my wife’s boob, because they are awesome!
We had a bit more alcohol, talked about the vase. After a game of tablet, parchment, shears, it was determined that Psyiah would smell it. Psyiah took a whiff. “Oh! It’s um, sweet!” She was surprised. Naturally, having taken the first smell, she made me take the first sip.
It tasted just like it smelled. It was sweet and fruity.
It made me feel dizzy.
We both staggered about and had a hard time standing.
We both blacked out and collapsed onto the floor.
We woke up a couple hours later, a little disorientated.
Our bodies ached, but other than that we felt fine.
We were a worried at first. We looked different!
We examined each other. Our eyes had different pupil shapes. Our canine teeth were much sharper and larger. Our skin tones and markings had changed. Also, it may sound strange, but our boobs felt bigger too!
We had transformed into cute little moon kitties!
The Nalanis 